Confessions From Abroad: A Nipple Night Out with my Favorite Dj in Madrid

Confessions, Lifestyles, Culture & Inspiration, Spain | admin | December 29, 2010 at 8:45 am

By: Dj Boobies

I had been living in Madrid for about three months at this point and was a regular at a bar somewhere close to the Chueca district. This place had a crazy amount of good beer on tap (especially for Spain), and some ridiculous specials (they were famous among my friends for their generous cuba libre pour). Best yet—they boasted some of the best DJs in Madrid who spun late-night at places like Kapital but kept it real in the early evening by warming up here—for no cover. It was a sweet place.

One night I was dancing, getting my groove really going to a DJ I had met a couple weeks prior who called himself ‘X.’He had some crazy gauges in his ears, was never seen without his cycling cap and had this long-ish hair that didn’t in any way jive with the Euro-mullets of all the other regular DJs. I figured he was half-Asian and half-Spanish, but one night, after our usual small-talk and my song requests, we continued the conversation and I realized he had a pretty decent American accent. Turns out he went to high school in Washington DC after having been raised in Singapore. He and his mother had moved to Madrid after his dad died. Why he felt like sharing all this with me—a stranger—over a beer after completing his set, I don’t know. Maybe it was all bullshit to get me to agree to what followed:

“I want to pierce you.”

What? At this point in my life I had ten holes in my ears, a belly button ring, a nose ring, an eyebrow piercing and it wasn’t like I was afraid of a needle going through flesh. But I’d never been propositioned by a DJ before… “Are you a piercer?”

Turns out he was, kind of. At least he said he was. I told him I didn’t have many places left and he reached over and grabbed my right tit. “Yes you do,” he said.

I still wasn’t convinced. We ended up leaving the bar and hitting up Pacha, where he used to spin and we reaped the benefits of his contacts with a private table and free bottle service. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty damn good. Ok fine, I decided. I’ll let this Asian-American-Spanish DJ pierce my nipples. What have I got to lose?

So we leave the club and we’re traipsing through the city trying to find sterilizing equipment, and eventually convince a farmacia to pass some through their small “we’re closed” window. When we get back to his house, his mother (oddly, considering it’s going on 5am) is awake, and decides she wants to watch the procedure. This is weird, but I’m wasted so don’t think much of it. With a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, X prepares the needle. I take my bra off, and he slides it through my nipple with some difficulty, saying “this is the first time I’ve ever done this,” to which my muddled brain thinks: “um, ok,” right before I have to run to bathroom and puke some of that bottle service. My nipple is dripping blood. After rinsing my face I have him do the other and just before he tries to get me to give him head, I grab my heels and run out.

They’re still my favorite piercings.

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